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And as representative of the host
country, I'd like to compliment you all

accomplishments of this year's
conference.

Your dedication, your cooperation, your
willingness to work together have, I

think, made it one of the most
successful ever and has vastly improved

unhappy lot of our various police
forces.

So, may I take this last opportunity to
thank you all and salute you.

Any other reward will undoubtedly have
to come from heaven.

He always knows when to water down the
people.

Last opportunity.

What did he mean?

He's retiring next month.

Meet the next chief superintendent of
Scotland Yard. Well, congratulations.

Thanks, but sometimes I think
condolences would be more in order. Oh,

I'll never forgive you, Colin. If you'd
had the foresight to join the force

before I did...

The position would have been yours.

It's just as well that he didn't.

Unhappy lot is right.

Nobody appreciates us.

Not even ourselves.

Any minute now.

Thanks, but I'd better be getting back
to the yard. One more won't hurt.

What, the chief's super -watching?

Well, after all, Rank has his
privileges.

Next month, you can stay, and Colin will
have to be running off to duty.

Yes. Well, goodbye, all.

See you at next year's conference,
chief.

I'm looking forward to it already,
chief.

No, no, Colin, don't bother. Thank you.

Chief. Yes, time for us to be leaving.

Won't you stay to dinner?

Yes, do. We haven't had an opportunity
to talk over old times, Pop.

Sorry, but we have an 11 o 'clock plane
to catch. We still have to pack.

Would you call us a cab? Well, Lonnie's
going back to the yard. He could drop

you off.

See if I can catch him. Excuse me. Good
idea.

Stay back. Please, everybody, stay back.

Superintendent Davis.

You never chance.

Dead? Yes.

You see the killer?

Clear, distinct, and convicted.

Good. I have a whole gallery of
photographs for you to go through. Bob,

afraid I'll have to ask you to postpone
your flight.

Gladly. You know who you're looking for?

Yes.

Very good, Sergeant.

My men will have an easy job with this.
It doesn't look like anyone in your mug

files. Not even a close resemblance.
There are new ones practically every

minute.

Paper here?

Ah, yes, put him through.

To Chief.

Good morning, Bob.

How's everything going?

Well, beyond the composite very slowly,
I'm afraid, but we're only just

beginning. I just wanted to tell you I
left our return reservations open. We

stay as long as you need.

Well, that's very good of you, Bob.

And, um, if there's anything I can do to
help.

What, a postman's holiday?

Well, I don't mean to presume.

You won't be, believe me, Bob. I'd
welcome any suggestions.

I'll be down to the yard in a little
while.

All right, see you then.

Chief coming over?

Yes. I'm not surprised.

Yes, come.

We've picked up Rock, sir.

Well, that was easy. Get him in here,
please.

Right, sir.

Right, all right. Mind is shut.

Good morning, Rock.

Is it?

I haven't had breakfast yet.

Well, I'm sorry to inconvenience you.

What's this about?

If you've got a charge, let's hear it.

I want to know where this man is.

You've no right to hold me.

I demand my immediate release.

Who is the man?

Now, how would I be knowing me?

Only in the country this past ten days.

You won't be here another ten days if
you don't cooperate.

He's not one of ours, if that's what
you're thinking.

And of course, that's exactly what
you're thinking.

Or you wouldn't have brought me in under
arrest.

This man killed a superintendent. If you
or your group are involved... We save

our fighting for where it counts, back
there.

Now book me or turn me loose.

liquor when he saw the composite.

Oh, there wouldn't be. They're
beautifully disciplined, those chaps.

But I wanted him to know we're close on
their heels. It should make for some

activity.

Surveillance?

Sergeant Mr. Rourke and his friends will
not be able to take a bath without

being observed.

Favor here.

Right, don't touch a thing. We'll be
right there.

Could be a break. The car's been found.

No. It could be the driver.

Dead since yesterday, I judge, sir.

Any identification?

No wallet.

I didn't look any farther. I didn't want
to disturb anything.

Well, we'll take over.

Hello, sir.

He was shot, Bob. Close range.

In the back.

Still think the killer was a terrorist?

No reason not to. They usually kill
their own people?

No, not usually.

The driver was one witness to Lon Davis'
murder.

Ed was the other.

Colin, would it be possible to issue him
a special gun permit?

I understand your concern, Bob, but
there's no reason.

I'm sure we can look after him quite
well.

But why would anyone want to kill poor
Mr. Brandon?

We believe he was involved in a crime,
Mrs. Nathan.

Mr. Brandon? Yes, I'm afraid so.

Well, the poor man, he... He was driven
to it by bad economic conditions, I'll

tell you that.

He was unemployed?

Six months.

What sort of work did he do?

Well, he was a chauffeur for a car hire
company.

Sure, no one hires cars anymore.

It's a changing world we live in. Sir?

Yes? I thought you might like to have a
look at this.

Thank you, Ricardo.

That's all the poor man had left in his
life, his stamp collection.

Quite a few have been removed.

Well, that's how he made his living the
past six months, selling them off bit by

bit. Only two weeks ago he sold the best
of them, the pretty ones with the big

airship on them.

Graf Zeppelin series?

I couldn't say, sir.

Sold the bigger denominations. And poor
Mr.

Brand got barely enough to pay his back
grocery bill. I suppose he was behind in

the rent, too.

Five months.

But he said he'd catch me up soon, he
promised.

I don't care what he did, he was an
honest man.

I believed him. Yes, of course. Did he
say how he hoped to be able to catch up

with the rent?

A special job.

He was excited about it.

One of the stamp dealers was hiring him
for it. Did he mention which stamp

dealer?

He didn't. Or what the job was?

No.

But he was excited about it. What I mean
to say is he was excited about the

prospect of it.

But after the other gentleman came
here... What other gentleman?

I have no idea, sir.

I don't pry into my tenant's business.

Could this have been him?

It does look a bit like him. Mr.

Brandon's feelings about the job changed
after meeting with that man.

Yes, he seemed worried and upset.

But he did assure me the rent money.

Whatever the work was, he was determined
to do it.

He was that grateful to me. And we are
as well, Mrs. Nagle. You've been very

helpful. Thank you so much.

It's economic conditions.

Yes, to be sure.

There must be hundreds of stamp dealers
in London. I have some photos of Brandon

run off. That may not be necessary,
Colin. Stamp hinges.

Muller's Stamp Mart.

Well, that gives us a start, doesn't it?
Sir!

Yes? We found this under a bundle of old
clothes.

There must be at least 50 pounds here.

Enough to cover back rent?

More than enough, I'd say.

Then is it from the sale of stamps or a
down payment for that special job?

Good questions.

I suggest we examine the stamp aspects
first, don't you think, Bob? Yes.

A visit to Muller's would be in order,
don't you agree?

Yes.

Definitely.

Mr. Muller?

Yes. Superintendent Faber, Scotland
Yard.

What can I do for you, sir?

I understand you knew a chauffeur named
Brandon.

Yes, I have done business with him.

Stamps? She sold me pieces of his
collection every once in a while. How

you pay him?

A fair price.

His collection was not worth a great
deal. Even the Graf Eplin theories, the

of the high denomination?

You know Stamps.

Enough to know that they were valuable.

I am a businessman. When a seller needs
money... I look for a bargain. Of

course.

What did you pay?

You're interested in buying? Perhaps.

Then I would be foolish to tell you what
I paid. In the end, you would be in a

very good position to bargain with me.

You're right.

May we see them?

I'm holding them for another customer.

But you won't mind showing them to us.

If you wish.

What's this all about, Bob? We already
know Brandon sold the cells.

Why is he reluctant to show them to us?

Yeah.

You keep these locked away?

As you said, they are valuable.

They have an odd odor.

So?

Acetic acid.

You have a dark room back there, don't
you?

Yes. When the shop is quiet, I amuse
myself by making photocopies of the

All right.

How much?

I told you, sir, they are reserved for
someone else.

Perhaps you can locate another set for
me.

I will try, sir.

Is there any other way I can help you?

Not unless you can tell me anything else
about Mr. Brandon.

Another stamp collector.

That's all.

Well, sorry to interrupt you.

Now, what was that all about?

He was involved up to his neck.

Money in Brandon's room smelled of a
seedy cat. It was a lot more than he

have been paid for those tanks.

Well, I can't pull him in. It's too
circumstantial. That's right. There's

one way to go now.

Yes, we'll forget Rourke.

24 hours surveillance on Muller.

And a full rundown on his background,
associates, and activity.

You're making me take too many chances.

Perhaps you wanted me to telephone you
directly.

Let the police enjoy our conversation.

How'd you know they're on to you? I'm
being followed.

There were questions about Brandon.

It'll connect you with him soon enough.

He can't talk.

There's still that American policeman.

We must get rid of him.

Will that be enough?

I'll take care of the rest.

Call off the dogs.

It's too soon.

There is no alternative.

White or black, Bob?

Black, please.

You Americans have barbaric tastes.

Drink your coffee. Thank you.

But we found the owner of the cab, for
all the good it does. He lent it to

someone for a fiver. Got it back in an
hour.

That's interesting.

Yes, we showed him the composite, but he
couldn't make any identification.

Couldn't or wouldn't? The latter,
undoubtedly.

His thought usually shies away from any
involvement with the police.

Still, we can safely assume that Muller
deliberately eluded his tail.

Well, we're on him again. He's back at
his flat.

Colin, you're letting your coffee get
cold.

Thank you, Ellen.

Oh, dear.

Sorry.

I'm afraid the policeman's lot applies
to their wives, too.

What number are you calling?

Yes, who is it you want?

I'm sorry Sergeant Brown couldn't join
us. He's been working ever since we've

been here.

I gave him the night off for some
sightseeing.

Soho.

Yes.

All right, I'll have one.

Be right back.

Well, something's come up. I shall have
to desert you.

Oh, dear, you know how it is. But can't
anyone else? Ellen, please.

A break in the Davis case?

No, no, something else we're working on.

Bob, I'm heading in the other direction.
Do you mind if I don't take you back to

your hotel?

Of course not. I'll see you in the
morning, then.

I'll try not to be late, dear.

Do you suppose it'll be any better when
he becomes chief superintendent?

Inspector. Good morning, Sergeant.

Good morning. Have you found a
connection between Rourke and Muller?

Muller checked out clean. We're not on
him any longer.

Superintendent Faber wants to sweat
Rourke.

If you'll excuse me.

Yes. Thanks.

Suite 718, please.

Yeah, Chief.

I think you better get down here to the
yard right away.

Superintendent Faber has pulled a wild
switch.

Yes, clean.

No criminal record or associations of
any sort.

No attempts made to contact anyone.

What about Muller's actions with the cab
and the acetic acid on the stamps and

the money? You agree that was
circumstantial?

It's quite possible the money paid
Brandon for the stamps was mixed in with

money for the job. That would account
for the acid smell. That's reaching.

I'm satisfied with it.

I'm not.

All the information's in the phone.

Can't you take care of it? I'm having my
lunch.

Thank you very much.

Feels like I'm back home, Inspector.

Lunch in one hand, the phone in the
other. And somebody wanted you to grab a

broom. It never changes.

Now, is there anything else I can tell
you about our methods?

Yes. Chain of command.

Communications. You know, how long it
takes for orders to come down and be

on. Not that. Once the brass makes up
its mind, of course.

Well, for example, take the case of
Muller. How fast did you get a tail on

We had a man outside Muller's shop five
minutes after Superintendent Faber gave

the order.

And to take it off?

Even less. I was on late duty last
night. Got the order from the

myself. Got in touch with our man at
Muller's home by radio.

That clearance on Muller certainly came
through in a hurry. Well, it's computer,

Sergeant. It's all in the machines.

We don't run around with pipes and
magnifying glasses anymore.

I wonder, would you mind trying one for
me?

Just give me a name.

Can't think of anyone here in England.

Muller. Let's stick with him.

Muller it is.

McCartle here. I want a rundown on Klaus
Muller.

Yes, I'll hold. You can read it to me.

Here, have some chips. They're the best
in London.

Thank you.

Yes?

Oh.

All right.

Well, I'll be back to you.

We pulled a blank on that one. It's
classified.

What does that mean?

Superintendent Favors put the lid on it.

And no one can see it without his
permission.

How does that grab you?

Uncomfortably.

McArdle got his orders late.

I was with Colin and his wife last
night. He didn't make any calls while

were there.

No, no, he left before I did. He got a
call. It seemed to...

Is that a cause and effect?

It would be helpful to know, Ed.

Yes, come.

Well, I hope I'm not disturbing you.

No, no, not at all, not at all.

Just thought I'd tell you we're heading
home.

Since you're working on the terrorist
theory, Ed and I can't be of any more

help.

Yes, I understand.

I'm sorry I haven't been a better host.

You've had your hands full.

I thought my situation was bad.

But you put in some terrible hours,
Colin.

I hope last night was worth it.

Last night?

You left like you were shot out of a
cannon.

Oh, that.

Yes, yes.

Got a tip on another case.

Must have been pretty important.

As it turned out, no. It was a false
lead.

Oh?

Why are you asking so many questions?

I didn't realize I was.

It takes a policeman to recognize
another policeman's probing, doesn't it?

I'm not a policeman with you, Colin. I'm
a friend.

Forgive me, forgive me.

Everything seems to be piling up, all my
work and poor Lon.

I'm sorry, I just don't seem to be
myself.

I can see that.

Anything? No.

But to use one of Mark's pet
expressions, the vibes are bad.

Can't do much about them.

American badge doesn't go very far over
there.

But American intelligence might.

Would you get me the American embassy,
please?

Well, I sure hope this does the trick.

It'll take my kid at least a week to
paste all those in.

One hinders them, Lieutenant.

One does not hate them.

Well, if it'll keep them quiet, I care
if he thumbtacks them in.

Thank you.

I see you.

Registered with the Home Office as an
Austrian alien.

Been in England about 20 years and never
applied for British citizenship.

According to his first visa request, his
hometown is Deegan.

But he spent most of his time in Vienna,
in the British sector.

Now, we lifted this print from the
package of stamps he sold.

And this one, when he was taken into
custody in the American sector, a

Soviet agent.

No conviction.

Just a man.

You said no conviction.

We swapped him for two G .I .s who
wandered into their sector. Interesting.

Colin Faber was stationed in Vienna as
part of the British occupation force.

Same time as Muller? Yeah.

Can you get me Faber's fingerprints? We
can forward them to Vienna, see if he

has a record. That's going to be pretty
tough getting his prints without his

knowing about it. I mean, he half runs
the yard. What about the army? He was an

officer.

That should be easier, if we had an
official reason. You'll think of

In that case, I'd better mosey off and
see what I can do.

Ironside. Yes, Lieutenant. Any luck?

Well, Vienna police have nothing on
those prints.

No Austrian Central.

No arrests under any name. What about
his army record?

Yeah, I figured you'd ask that.

Exemplary officer.

Promotions, accommodations, uh, right up
to the accident.

What accident?

Well, he got smashed up pretty bad in an
automobile.

And for a while there, they thought
they'd lost it, but he pulled through

somehow. I want another set of prints.

Oh, no way.

You know, I had a tough enough time
getting these.

Thank you for your trouble, Lieutenant.

Dead end?

Yeah, dead end.

But there's an old saying.

When you can't make it through the
line... Go around end.

Chinese, Japanese, or Notre Dame.

SFPD.

Overseas operator, please.

Chief Ironside's office.

Hello, Chief.

How are you?

I'm fine. Ed's fine. The weather's fine.

We're having a good time. You got a
pencil? As soon as I heard the tone of

voice. I want you to pull a set of
fingerprints for me. The name is Colin

Superintendent Faber? That's right.

He was delegated to a NATO security
meeting about ten years ago. It would

been printed then.

All right.

I want them sent by wire as soon as you
get them. I'll wait at the American

Embassy. Yes, sir.

Chief, how is everything?

I've already covered that ground, Mark.
This call is not on the expense account.

Well, it sure is good to hear that
you're doing fine.

Talk to you soon. Goodbye.

Hey.

Thanks for letting me say hello.

where it came from. Too many windows
across the way. Since when do terrorists

care about witnesses?

We're set up at this end, Fran.

Ready here, Chief.

All right.

Start it rolling.

Thank you, Fran.

Can't you tell us what this is about,
Chief?

Not now. Be talking to you.

Not even close.

If he's not Colin Faber, who is?

We agreed there would be no further
attempt on Sergeant Brown. I know, I

but agreements must be changed as
conditions change.

What has changed?

It was reasonable when Chief Ironside
and Sergeant Brown were going home, but

since they have postponed their
departure... Here, have some tea. What

mean, postponed their departure?

Believe me, we have been watching them
as closely as they have been watching

They have cancelled their flight.

Here, have a cup.

It's good. I don't want your blasted
tea. I want to know what's going on.

Sergeant Brown must be silenced.

The last witness to David's murder will
be gone.

Chief Ironside will...

Thunder, but in the end, he will take
his unfortunate colleague and go home,

we will all go on in peace.

No, I can't go along with this. Of
course you can. No!

All right.

Then expose us.

All of us.

Oh, come, come, Faber.

You have a simple choice to make. An
American police sergeant you barely

or ruining your future, your life.

Which will it be?

in this time, I hope. Bob, what are you
doing here?

Inspector McArdle was kind enough to let
me wait here for you.

This is a surprising visit. I thought
you and Sergeant Brown were going back

the States.

It's been a surprising visit altogether.

A murder.

Ed's life threatened.

Realization that a close friend I've
known for over 20 years is really a

stranger.

I could almost believe you're referring
to me.

I'm referring to Colin Faber.

You're talking in riddles. Try this one.

When is a Colin Faber?

He dies and will be in a hospital as one
man and returns to England as another.

Unrecognized by anyone?

Plastic surgery for supposed facial
injuries. Hometown wiped out in the

Parents killed.

Vital statistics destroyed.

All very convenient.

Most important, his fingerprints don't
match.

thorough you can be.

Another riddle.

Why?

But I'm sure you have an interesting
answer.

Let's call it a theory.

Sleeper agent planted in a country with
orders to bury himself, live a normal

life, get a job as a civil servant,
become trusted, respected,

and wait years if necessary.

Until he could be used.

You're going to say that as Chief
Superintendent of Scotland Yard I'd be

invaluable, but that Superintendent
Davis was in the way, well, I had

do with that.

You've got to believe that, Pop.

I've got to believe that.

I didn't know anything about their plans
until I started pressing Muller.

Then the phone call that night.

Good evening, comrade Tartanovich.

A voice I thought I'd never hear.

A name I was sure had been forgotten.

Forgotten?

England is really a dismal country.

Cold, damp, dirty cities, crowded
streets.

And I wouldn't trade her for any other
country in the world.

Do you hear me, Bob?

I've grown to love her. Have you? She
seduced me.

Good neighbors, close friendships,
marriage, family.

Tatanovich died, slowly but surely.

And Colin Faber. lived a contented life
as a decent,

honorable man. Without any shadows?

Oh, yes.

Thoughts in the middle of the night,
fear at any unexpected phone call.

But even they faded.

It had been so many years, I thought
that I'd been overlooked or written off.

That's what I wanted to believe anyway,

They didn't know me anymore.

Or trust me.

And they would have had good reason.

What are you going to do, Bob? Depends
on what you do.

If I turn myself in, Colin Faber will
die.

Ellen and my family will be disgraced.

Can you live with the memory of Lon
Davis?

The future filled with fear, lies,

new shadows.

I'm afraid it's going to be another long
night.

Good morning, Colin.

Not a surprising visit.

No.

I've just seen the chief superintendent.

He's a very fair man.

Who's fair?

He asked for my resignation, of course.

Could have been worse.

Because of my record.

He's even willing to keep my involvement
a secret.

But we can't charge Muller without an
official statement from me, which would

become public in court.

Maybe another way.

Remember the Graf Zeppelin stamps he
bought from Brandon?

He took a big chance showing them to us.
What chance?

Well, he'd already doctored them.
They're different from these.

How? His had a small dot right on the
nose of the dirigible.

Hardly noticeable, but there.

A floor. A micro -dot.

Easy enough to send out of the country
with the ordinary stamp trade.

That's his interest in photography.

Reduce the information.

Now, if we could get our hands on those
stamps or any of the others.

He keeps everything valuable in a safe
with a special switch out in the front

the shop.

It controls a corrosive gas.

Any hint of trouble?

He could trigger the gas, and all we'd
find would be ashes.

Well, then, we'll just have to keep him
from the trigger, won't we?

The Graf Zeppelin theories are sold. I
cannot show them to you.

Now, you said...

That you'd find another set for me.

I haven't had time. Congratulations, Mr.
Muller. Stamp dealers don't usually do

such a rushing business.

Just what is it that you want of me?

Surely it is not just the stamps.

On the contrary, it is the stamps.
They're very rare.

Hard to find, perhaps, but not rare.

With that extra imprint on the nose of
the airship, certain interested parties,

they would be invaluable.

There's nothing I can do for you. The
stamps have already been shipped.

I'm sure you have other stamps fixed the
same way, with that little dot.

You are a policeman, are you not?

Yes. Then why are you not here with the
constables and the warrants?

I have no authority here. What is it
that you really want?

You're too late.

Is your warrant close?

To enter, to open your safe, to seize
evidence, and to arrest you.

It's not very smart of you,
Superintendent Faber.

The Yard knows all about me.

So, a conspiracy of silence.

There are other ears, newspapers,

officials. You won't be talking to
anyone for a while. You cannot keep me

incommunicado forever.

But we can keep you.

That was easier than I thought.

We're not finished yet.

Let's go.

The shop is closed.

Mura gone.

What happened?

My hand was forced.

Ironside saw the micro dot. I had no
alternative but to make the arrest.

You can do something about the evidence?

Even if I arranged to have it destroyed
or lost?

Ironside will still testify.

Then he must be removed.

Yes.

I'll arrange to have both Ironside and
his sergeant to my home for dinner

tonight.

Can you take care of it?

What did you tell Alan?

I sent her on some silly errand. I know
she saw through it.

Still time to bring your men in closer.
No.

Hart is experienced.

He'll check the surroundings carefully.

We'll go as planned.

Colin, you have really considered all
the risks?

Death, exposure, to me there's little
difference.

You and Sergeant Brown aren't exactly
invulnerable either.

He's in a panic.

Gentlemen, I'd like to propose a toast
to the speedy conviction of Herr Muller

and the breakup of his spy ring.

You hear?

Amen.

Drink deeply, gentlemen.

Enjoy it while you can. What took you so
long?

The house is surrounded.

Traitor!

Take care of everything.

Morning, Mr. Muller. Come in.

I was expecting to meet with
Superintendent Favor. Superintendent is

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm sure.

Chief Ironside wanted me to talk to you.

Chief Ironside?

He is well, I trust?

Very well.

Good, good.

But what is there to discuss with me?

I really should speak with my solicitor.
Tell him what you think you know about

Colin Faber. What indeed I do know.

Sergeant, if I am to be prosecuted, the
Faber story will be revealed. He's dead.

How can you hurt him anymore?

I am being hurt now, not too badly.

You know, the way I hear it, I think the
British government will consider

allowing you to leave the country, maybe
even tonight.

We'll consider.

Of course, if you wait around to talk to
your solicitor, then Scotland Yard will

have a chance to get all the facts, and
then they'll have to charge you with

conspiracy and the death of
Superintendents Davis and Faber. But I

to do with it, Molly.

Do you really think Hartz is going to
take the rap all by himself?

You know, this has been a most
interesting chat, Sergeant.

But... You can tell Chief Ironside. He
will get no information about

Superintendent Faber out of me, no
matter how hard he presses.

That's funny.

That's what he figured.

The service will be brief.

Thank you.

to you in a few minutes.

I've never spent a worse half hour. You
could have blown everything coming here.

I had to see her, to talk to her once
more.

Bob, am I being so very cruel?

It was your decision to leave her. What
else could I do?

They're always suspicious they'll be
watching her.

The merest hint, the barest slip, and
her life will be in danger.

They'd do anything to get back at me.
I'm sure she understands.

You'll see her soon.

To Itamovich, to Faber, to... what?

To being a sheep rancher in Australia.

Ed has your profile and your papers.

Ed, as soon as we leave, right to the
airport.

Yes, sir.

All right, out that way.

Ironic, isn't it?

A funeral with honors.

For an honorable man.